While she was used to waking up to all manner of things in the cistern, given there was always a mage or two practicing their spells and conjuring atronach's, among other things. This one took the cake. Not only had she woken up in a place that looked nothing like the guild, nor her house that, she admittedly, barley used other then for show for the Jarls books. She was a thane of the city, after all. What kind of Thane slept in sewers and ran around with thieves and supposed murderers? This place, however, was strange. Horrifying, really. Moving creatures that zoomed through the streets, making all manner of odd noises. Shops that blatantly sold underclothes in a manner unbecoming of any sort of store. And proclaiming themselves armor shops of all things.
The one thing, however, she did like about this hell world? There were no city guards. None lingering outside stores or in the town fronts. No one to scowl at her, to call her sneak thief. To whisper behind her back about their thane being unfitting to help lead the city. She'd heard the rumors, of course. And laughed at every single one of them.
Casually brushing by a couple as she took the well worn path toward the fence she'd found a day or so earlier. The sign above the shop barley readable, its glowing letters only flickering on two of the letters. Easily settling the small pile she'd 'found' out of her, seemingly endless, pockets. Even adding the small cards and watch from the couple that had stumbled past moments before. "What'll you give me for these?"She questioned, resting her arm against the glass case. Barley noticing the small bell ring above the door as another entered. Tapping her fingers against the glass impatiently.